Carrot rapped on the door. After a while there were footsteps, and a small window slid back. A suspicious voice said: 'Yes?'
'Corporal Carrot, city militia.'
'Never heard of it. Bugger off.'
The hatch snapped back. Carrot heard Nobby snigger.
He thumped on the door again.
'Yes?'
'I'm Corporal Carrot—' The hatch moved, but hit Carrot's truncheon as he rammed it in the hole.
'—and I'm here to collect some arms for my men.'
'Yeah? Where's your authority?'
'What? But I'm—'
The truncheon was knocked away and the hatch thudded into place.
' 'Scuse me,' said Corporal Nobbs, pushing past. 'Let me have a go. I've been here before, sort of thing.'
He kicked the door with his steel capped boots, known and feared wherever men were on the floor and in no position to fight back.
Snap. 'I told you to bug—'
'Auditors,' said Nobby.
There was a moment's silence.
'What?'
'Here to take inventory.'
'Where's your auth—'
'Oh? Oh? He says where's my authority?' Nobby leered at the guards. 'Oh? Keeps me hanging around here while his cronies can nip out the back to bring the stuff back out of hock, eh?'
'I nev—'
'And, and then, yeah, we'll get the old thousand swords trick, yeah? Fifty crates stacked up, turns out the bottom forty are full of rocks?' 'I—'
'What's your name, mister?'
'I—'
'You open this door right now!'
The hatch shut. There was the sound of bolts being pulled back by someone who was not at all convinced it was a good idea and would be asking searching questions in a minute.
'Got a piece of paper on you, Fred? Quick!'
'Yes, but—' said Sergeant Colon.
'Any paper! Now!'
Colon fumbled in his pocket and handed Nobby his grocery bill just as the door opened. Nobby swaggered in at high speed, forcing the man inside to walk backwards.